The McKinley Review Magazine

High Noon, High Weeds

By: Claudia Serea | Posted on: July 2018 

The whole village moved

to the cemetery.

 

High noon, high weeds,

and locusts mince the sun.

 

We walk the streets in the cutting wind,

looking at the abandoned homes

as if the inhabitants left

in a hurry:

 

piles of things, cars,

tin tubs,

a tractor, tools,

houses with furniture inside,

and lace curtains

at the windows,

empty chicken coops,

sheep pens,

and satellite dishes

on the roofs.

 

It’s true,

you can’t take anything with you.

 

The cemetery extended its new developments

into the corn field.

 

Through the dappled shade,

red rows of Lord’s Cows

climb the walls.

 

 

Claudia Serea’s poems and translations have appeared in Field, New Letters, 5 a.m., Meridian, Gravel, Prairie Schooner, and many others. An eight-time Pushcart Prize and four-time Best of the Net nominee, she is the author of Angels & Beasts (Phoenicia Publishing, 2012), A Dirt Road Hangs From the Sky (8th House Publishing, 2013), To Part Is to Die a Little (Cervena Barva Press, 2015) and Nothing Important Happened Today (Broadstone Books, 2016). Serea is a founding editor of National Translation Month, and she co-hosts The Williams Poetry Readings in Rutherford, NJ. Her latest project is Twoxism, a poetry-photography collaboration blog with Maria Haro.